Loving 'Til Nightfall
[inspired by the individual challenges on livejournal and Fanfiction]
Loving 'Til Nightfall (on FF.net)
* I wrote the following short stories by deciding to shuffle my iTunes playlist and use a song for inspiration. I would let the song play on repeat for a maximum of 10 times to write out a story following one of the shippings listed below and following the theme of discovering the truth about relationships around the night. These are not
songfics, nor are they drabbles; they are just short stories that hopefully are original insights into the characters and the storyline. *
~ List of Shippings ~
~ Rating ~
T or PG-13 (sparse language, mild sexual references but there will be mature themes)
~ Notes ~
Listen to the songs as you read the chapter. I know that some of these are short compared to the length of the song but I think it would enhance the reading experience.
It really helps for the author to get some feedback. I know there are plenty of people here who review other stories and so it's perfectly acceptable for me to expect some. Please do consider dropping a line or two on anything about the story or better yet, on how it made you feel.
In the brightest hour of my darkest day
(Forever from “Papa Roach”)
He hated staring off into nothing but black ink over a vast and unblinking sky. It made him even more impatient than he hated to admit and there were times when boredom soaked him so thoroughly that he couldn’t move for hours. It might have helped him if the forest wasn’t so empty during the dark hours, leaving him alone and on the grass facing the sky. There were hardly any clouds these days and even when there were some, they swirled over the thin moon, which hung in an almost pitiful way, as if the light it begged from the sun daily was being delivered out of spite. Still, it was beautiful in a way, to see the deepness of blue become black and then lighten hours later as the earth turned to let the sun spill over the distant ridges.
The sparks dying under the assortment of gray branches glowed brighter than the points of white above and the rich smell of pine wafted over him. There was a light breeze and the leaves whistled sweetly, the lingering drops of rain falling in intervals of silence. The storm had passed but the smell of it and the sound of thunder crashing about the trees as the clouds churned and light splintered was still there. He could sense the watchfulness of the forest echo around him, waiting for the next rainfall in the hush of night.
And the quiet made him ache so he gritted his teeth and waited for sunrise. With the arrival of day he would not remember anything but walking and battling and that loneliness was something he craved. He wasn’t trying to escape from anything, he was facing it, and the storm had found that out; it had to pass after failing to push him into the mud, the rain pelting his clothes and face. He did not need anyone to remind him he was facing an entire world, the world full of people who did not seem to understand that smiles had to fade but one’s eyes could always cry. He closed his eyes and focused on the sound of grass and crickets and an empty, lonely moon.
But he couldn’t help but remember everything at night, when the world was asleep and he was running away from her and her ever-present smile. Her hair was even bluer than the sky and it shone even brighter in the dark when she stood over him, with a questioning smile and curious whispers waking him from the small amount of sleep he had managed to hold onto. He hated how she always managed to find him, as if she had discovered, in her annoying, slightly endearing way, an escape in his company. He didn’t need to talk to her or even acknowledge her but she seemed to fuel herself, ascending even higher on her cloud of absurd happiness. What did she feel in the coming of day that her voice lifted and her arms waved and her cheerful wink provoked his hidden grimace even more?
She had her lows and she was easily frustrated- he always noticed it when she bit her lip- and she needed to know that she existed and was making a place in the world for her name- a glint came into her eye, brighter than all the others- and she loved whatever was pretty and small and colorful- he would muse to himself that her skin was like snow over a cherry blossom and her hair was like sapphires melted- and then he would jerk himself awake. What made her so omnipresent that even the forest in all of its dank and mottled glory welcomed her?
There was a way about her, the way that she managed to understand that there was something called competition and fighting and victory, but she always seemed to be ahead of it, not behind. This only made him furrow his violet brows and his clench his tanned fists- how was it that she could lose, afford to lose, when you had to run to stay forward? He could never let himself slip- the hill would not give him footing, it would only let him roll down and set him at the bottom where he would struggle to find the strength to run up again.
Maybe he needed to walk up to her and demand an answer; it was not like him to ask of anything from someone, let alone a strange, weird, almost fantastical girl like her but the situation was as complex. Maybe after ironing himself out so many times so that he was one short sentence of drive and focus, her roundabout way, led by peppy quips and contagious excitement, was a solution. To what? - he had no clue, especially since he wasn’t even sure he had a problem. On the other hand, she was sure he had one, lecturing him, taunting him in her uneducated, childish way; he detested himself every time he listened closely to her immaturity, making sure his attention was never apparent.
The wind rose into a howl and a droplet fell on his hand; he instinctively flinched. The clouds had darkened and swelled up again and it seemed as if the storm still lived. Night was too long to bear, he grumbled and he pushed himself up, collecting his sparse belongings and trudging away from the clearing. She seemed particularly intent to talk to him tonight, never waiting for a response, simply eager to resound in his head. Her boots skipped over wet grass and her cap bobbed like a lantern guiding him to another nightmare of giggles and liveliness.
He had learned that covering his ears or shaking his head or even humming had not worked. She visited at night and he would have to play audience. She didn’t need applause, she just needed to find that his eyes were still open at the end and she would wave good morning and disappear. It was infuriating to let a girl get the best of him but she was so slight and thin that he had no choice but to endure it and ignore the urge to maintain eye contact. He knew a bystander would have inferred that the both of them were a pair of people with no communication skills whatsoever, if she was really there and visible. At the same time, he thought it was pleasant that his silence was her cue and he made no move to change that balance.
She eventually did leave; she always did. And it was then that he hated himself even more, unable to find hate in himself for her alone- he would secretly wish that the day end so night could start again. So she could come back and he could pretend that he really didn’t like loss of sleep, her stories, her.
Maybe that was his problem, he realized, pausing on the trail, eyes wide. She knew it, that he was giving a false pretense, that he enjoyed-
He stopped himself. If he rushed to conclusions, there would always be the chance he was wrong. Even though at that point, there was no other answer, he sighed and went on his way again. He had to make sure that he actually tolerated her, as in he didn’t mind her coming into his thoughts every hour of the day. That he was looking forward to seeing her, even if she was beside two other irritating individuals with the same sickening optimism that seemed to hover like a bulb over his want of solitude. He would need some more time to think about that, he figured; in the meantime, she was welcome to announce herself in the night and continue her maddeningly playful, silly, young, charming talks.
So she smiled and babbled on, and he listened raptly as he always did on those cool summer nights.
A/N: So the song didn't totally match with the fic, but the first half before the chorus did so I'm glad ^^ truth be told, I am not used to writing something like a story in a matter of minutes so I had to do the repeating rule XD but I am pleased the way this first one turned out; it should be obvious that the shipping is Ikarishipping with Paul and Dawn :P